Savage Seduction: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

in your dream house. I’m just here to make sure the trash gets taken out at the end of the night. Preferably all the way back to New York where it belongs.”
    “Oh, dear,” she said, raising her voice so the room could hear. Giving Mammon a glare that could have peeled paint from the walls. Shit. “It seems the fates have taken another jab at the Byrne family. They’ve chosen this” —her lips curled up in a sneer that did nothing to hide her beauty— “charming man as my mate.”
    The room positively vibrated with the energy of the other shifters. All eyes locked on Mammon, judging him. Sizing him up and finding him lacking, he was sure. But Charmeine didn’t seem to notice. She leaned forward, giving Mammon a sight line down her form-fitting dress to the softest, most lickable cleavage he’d ever seen.
    “Take a good look, sir,” she whispered with a deadly tone to her voice. “This is the last chance you have. The fates may have tossed you at me like a raw steak toward a dog, but I’m no mindless animal. I get to choose, and I don’t accept you .”
    Her open hand slammed into the side of his face in a hard slap that would have probably sent a lesser man spinning. His mate had a strong arm. But Mammon jolted more at the venom in her voice than the slap, at the lethal warning under her words. The woman was not screwing around with him. Celtic Barbie had more to her than a pretty face. Much more.
    And she looked as if she hated him.
    “Get him out of this house.” Charmeine turned and walked away without a second glance, leaving Mammon aching in more ways than one. “The O’Rourkes deserve a night to celebrate. I suggest we get to it.”
    Finn met her near the dais, shooting Mammon a curious look as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Whoever Charmeine was to him, he cared for her. Protected her. A fact that ignited a surge of jealous rage inside of him.
    “Don’t think this is over,” Mammon said, making sure Finn heard the growl in his voice.
    Finn simply shrugged. “It was over before you ever sat down to watch us in the clubs, shifter Mammon. Guards, please escort him out. Without harm.”
    As the men holding his arms forcibly removed him from the room, Mammon caught one last glimpse of his mate. She stood in the middle of a crowd of people, everyone clamoring and laughing. Calling her name and reaching for her hand as they congratulated her. She didn’t smile back, didn’t even seem to look most of them in the eye.
    In fact, he’d never seen anyone look so alone in such a large group of people.

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    C harmeine stalked down the hallway , her stride long and her anger boiling over to the point that the metaphorical steam coming out of her ears clouded her vision. How dare the fates do this now? How dare they join her to someone when she was once again trying to rebuild her life? And to that man —the one Finn told her had been stalking his pack for close to two years. The nosy bastard…with the most gorgeous dark eyes she’d ever looked into.
    No. She would not surrender to the magic of the fates. She wouldn’t allow herself to fall into some mating haze or give in to the imperative to join with her chosen partner. She had work to do, shifters to help, and she was not about to let some egotistical asshole get in her way.
    “Arrogant git.” She growled and changed direction, needing to create distance between her and anyone else, wanting so badly to let her wolf out and run. But she couldn’t, hadn’t been able to simply let go in years. Not without Finn and his security detail by her side.
    I don’t like criminals in my backyard.
    “ Stupid, arrogant git.” At least Finn’s crimes were basically victimless. Plus, he targeted humans, not shifters. That distinction counted for something in her opinion. As did all the money he funneled to her to support her plans. God, without Finn…so many shifters would be dead by now, innocent men, women, and children who did nothing wrong but